Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death of Ishtar: Pitfall

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life and Death of Ishtar: Pitfall

A/ N: Waking up to the primeval god's new All-Father's voice in my mind:)

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«Leviathan, old fool. »

Ishtar was at the balcony of his luxurious palace, his azure eyes were looking at the gorgeous garden below them. It had been weeks now since his brother was defeated by the Sin and not once his anger had decreased. Leviathan was powerful, that was certain, but he was as arrogant as his power was phenomenal. God of the oceans, father of the typhoons, master of the monsters that lived underwater... none of this mattered when he was defeated by a Sin with a god-slayer sword. The new All-Father expected a defeat, but he was taken aback by the death of his brother. Their relationship was complicated to say the very least. Leviathan and Ishtar were rivals, they always wanted to be on top of the other, be revered by their brothers and considered the most powerful gods. They encouraged each other into being the best versions of themselves so the honor and glory they would get from their victory would be greater. They also loved each other. Leviathan was born before Ishtar and had always taken care of his brother for as long as Ishtar could remember. He would guide him, raise him when Khaos would not give them any split second of his attention.

« Your arrogance got the best of you. As expected the Sin took advantage of that and now you're dead. »

Leviathan's death was certainly a shock for the primeval god. It was sudden and despite the rage-filled relationship they shared, and as hard as it was to admit, Ishtar was devastated. He had lost a brother, one who planned to overthrow him at the first chance he got, but one he still loved. Leviathan was a fool who was destroyed because he wasn't as careful as he bragged he was. He didn't have a chance to say goodbye, let alone give him proper funerals. Leviathan's body was nowhere to be found, which frustrated the All-Father. So he drank himself to sleep and woke up gulping down the precious ambrosia as if it was going to quench his thirst, appease his soul and heal him. It did not. Instead of forgetting his fallen brother, it forced the all-father to look at the situation with a clearer mind and realize that the Sin was actually a far bigger enemy than he thought he would be. Pride was dangerous, not only did he have a god-slayer sword, but he also had the unbreakable love of his sister. Another frustration for the god who let a growl escape his lips.

« I wished you would be the one to handle Elpis. Turns out I have to do it myself. »

And he would. Ishtar might not have made peace with his feelings for his sister, he still would destroy her should she try and come to her pantheon. She betrayed them first, the day she fell in love with a weapon and despite his true and deep love for Elpis, Leviathan couldn't allow her to endanger his pantheon with what she thought was « love ». She didn't love Pride, she was rebelling against her own people. She didn't love Pride, she was confused, that was all. Real love was what he -Ishtar, the god of war- was feeling for her. Torture, pain, endless hope to have her turn around and forgive him. Endless hope to see her smile again at him, in spite of him stabbing her and cursing her away. He was hopeful...him...The god of war..Hopeful. The emotion felt like a sting in his heart and he crushed the glass he was holding in his left hand. What a fool he was. A fool in love.

-TBC-